Archive for August 2014
I love everything about summer but number two on my list, after going to the beach, is taking care of my garden. Like any mother I feed my plant babies and shop for them – delicious foods like fish emulsion and blood meal. I usually purchase these from Home Depot, but was in a hurry one Saturday and since I was already in Wal-Mart, decided to see if their garden department had what I needed.
Not only did they not have either, but I was somewhat dismayed to find that the products that supply plant nutrients were outnumbered by those that promised death – to insects, weeds, moss – you name it
and the Ugly!
I don’t know why but it troubled me on a deep fundamental level. I actually feel sorry for the weeds I pull. Now I was on a quandary, weighing the end against the means. Some people spray, I pull. It’s all the same to the weeds. Thankfully someone pointed out that I was protecting my flowers and vegetable plants because it’s a dog eat dog world, with everything sending down roots and competing for water.
As it turned out I could have left the weeds alone……. because the deer got there first. I went out to water one morning and suffered instant numbing devastation. I kid you not. I was late getting to work because it took me a while to break out of shock. Was my live and let live attitude being tested?
Remember my tomato plants and cucumber vines?
Back in July
They don’t look like that anymore
The tomatoes fared a bit better,
But they’re soldiering on. Wounded, but still nurturing their tomatoes.
And so are the cucumbers, bless their little hearts!
See the cuke (pickle) to the right of the stake.
This called for action, but not too much. The most destructive I could get was repelling them with the noxious odor of musty rotten eggs.
So far it’s worked. But the sixty-four thousand dollar question is……. Are they just waiting for the tomatoes to ripen?
I don’t k now about you but I can’t think of anything that transports me back to my teen summers quicker than old-time rock and roll. Throw in a lot full of classic 50’s cars, ’60’s era muscle cars, a 70’s coupe or two and I’m back there before you can say bell bottoms!
That’s why I make it one of my summer rituals to wander through the McDonald’s parking lot at Cortlandt Town Centre when the classic car lover faithful gather on Saturday evenings every summer to set up chairs no one ever sits on, and show off their babies.
Since the shopping center is home to Home Depot, A&P, Marshalls, Wal-Mart, Barnes & Noble, a ten theater movieplex, and three – oh glory,yes three – shoe outlets including my all-time favorite , DSW, chances are I’m there on Saturdays although I only visit t he car show once a summer – when the music speaks to me.
You can hear it from near and far, Some times it’s The Rolling Stones, getting no satisfaction, other times it’s The Monkees, enjoying a Pleasant Valley Sunday, or Smokey Robinson and the Miracles Going to a go-go, or of course, The Beach Boys getting around, or Jan and Dean serenading their Little GTO (just googled that and found it’s not Jan & Dean but Ronnie & the Daytonas whom I never heard of – guess that shows it wasn’t one of my favorites!)
On this particular evening it was Diana Ross and The Supremes pleading Stop in the Name of Love. It had the opposite effect in me. I went – in search of a memory or two
And I found them.
My best friend in eighth grade, Gail Wilson’s father’s car a ’60 Buick (’59?)
My fifth grade teacher, Miss Brook’s ’56 Chevrolet (gray and white)
.The ’66 Dodge (1st car on the left) my Dad trusted me with to ferry my mother and brother back and forth to the beach all summer in Cape Cod while he stayed in NY to work. Obviously we weren’t a two car family – yet
My brother Jim’s ’73 Dodge when we had become a three car family. It’s the brown car right next to the McDonald’s entrance which is quite appropriate as Jim kept McDonald’s in business!
The ’70’s era Dodge Dart my father bought when we were a four car family and there was no danger of my brothers or I driving his car. Except he didn’t race it so the engine didn’t have all that “stuff”
As Archie & Edith Bunker used to sing, “Those were the Days.” Cars had their own distinctive look and you didn’t have to look for the name on the front to know what it was. Do you think that 40 years from now, today’s youth will be gathering to show off their Mazdas & Mitsubishis?
I won’t be around to find out, but you know what? I hope they will.
I had one of the most bizarre occurences happen to me last Friday, and it’s all eerily related to last week’s blog post, I Should Have My Eye on the Ocean. It centered around a day at the beach, and I referenced a line from the movie, Kindergarten cop “Kindergarten is like the ocean. Never turn your back on it.”
Let me digress for a moment to explain that I’ve established a pen-pal relationship with another blogger. Her blog is Reflections…by Kathy. Kathy and I have some kind of psychic connection. There have been more than one occasion where we post about the same topic. We always comment on each other’s blogs but sometimes a topic deserves a longer conversation and for that we resort to email.
The Kindergarten Cop quote was just such an occasion. I don’t recall her exact words but she wrote something to the effect, “You must have been thinking of me. I find it hard to take my eye off the ocean — even if I’m reading a book.”
Well, there I was at the beach Friday. Reading my book – not really that close to the surf when…….
See the wet sand. That’s where we were sitting. Notice the rogue wave encompassed nothing else.
I tossed my towel and my bag with camera and phone in it up to the dry sand but my sunglasses got left behind.
but despite a few war wounds, they survived
OK OK, I’m not dense. I get the message. I’m going to listen to Kathy, and the K-cop. From now on, I’ll read a sentence….check on the ocean…. read a sentence….check on the ocean.
Or maybe I’ll just stick to my local beach.
It’s on a lake.
I’m usually terrible at remembering the names of movies and actors, let alone quoting lines. With one exception – Kindergarten Cop! I’m probably the only person who remembers the movie, let alone quotes a line from this Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. Yes, I have, and, warning – I’m about to do so again.
Arnold, an undercover cop, is “teaching” a kindergarten class as part of his cover. When he turns his attention to something or other (see what I mean about remembering movies) the kids, as Kindergarteners are wont to do, see their chance and have a free for all worthy of the food fight scene in Animal House – but without the food.
Another teacher who happens to be his love interest comes in and instantly restores order, than leaves him with the parting words. “Kindergarten is like the ocean. Never turn your back on it.”
Oh how I love this line ! I was a kindergarten teacher at the time the movie came out, and believe me, no truer words were ever spoken. Maybe I’ll have it engraved on my tombstone!
What brought the line to mind? The ocean, of course. I was strolling along the beach and realized the power of the ocean.
Fortunately she’d harnessed it and put it to good use – as a re-decorator.
See this continuous ridge of sand along the beach?
It wasn’t there last year.
And how about these stones?
Have you ever seen anything so perfect and smooth?
I wasn’t the only one taking in the serenity,
So were the year round residents.
You’ll notice the sea gulls are not turning their back on the ocean. I wish I hadn’t either because when I did, I saw a sight that stopped me dead in my tracks. WTF is that? I asked.
Now why would anyone want to come to the beach and wall themselves off from Mother Nature’s marvelous creations
And OMG, – another one!
Where do they sell them? And Why? Why come to the beach if you’re going to sit surrounded by a striped fence? Did they hate the wind? Blowing sand? Want privacy?
I don’t know, I give up. It wasn’t worth getting so worked up over. Besides it was none of my business. As I gave them one last look, another quote came to mind and I sent the thought it conveyed to the enveloped beachgoers.
It was my dad’s old stand-by from the 60’s when the teenaged me would ask him
“Daddy do you like my new hairstyle?”
“Daddy, look at these great bell bottoms!”
“Daddy, look at this mini-skirt I just bought.”
He’d give me his full attention, look carefully, and reply
“As long as it makes you happy, that’s all the matters.”